Chapter 179

Moreover... because the tomb was dimly lit, he hadn't even noticed the unusual behavior of 'Theresa'.

He noticed the other person's pupils... in the instant they were sent flying—they were a dark cyan, like raging flames!

Damn it, it wasn't one of the twin demon kings who was summoned back to the mortal world, but rather—

He didn't remember that the demon king's pupils were blue, but he knew that in the history of Sarkaz, there was indeed a demon king known for his rage and blue eyes.

"Kylon... is that you...? Uh... cough cough... Damn it, I never thought there would be someone else hiding in the shadows of history besides me!!!"

Kuisatushta muttered absentmindedly, but soon he noticed the other's gaze, filled with anger and cruelty, directed at him!

He certainly didn't know that the figure who had seemingly come back from the dead wasn't the fiery former Demon King he had imagined. He had no idea where the other's anger came from, nor why the other was radiating such intense fury. Kuisatushta simply believed that the other's anger was merely etched into his soul by death, and that the gaze directed at him was because...

He paused, then turned around and discovered behind him a mound containing the relics of Sarkaz heroes from all over the world.

On that spot, a long, cyan sword lay quietly.

That was Kylon's sword when he was alive, Azure Fury...

He understood. The other person wasn't looking at him; they were looking at the longsword behind him! It was clear that the newly awakened Kylon, relying on Theresa's incredibly weak body, couldn't do anything. This was evident from the fact that the other person had only knocked him away rather than killed him outright. But... if the Azure Fury returned to its former master, then who knew what would happen next?

So...

"Stop that blasphemer from getting any closer! The body she's possessing has only just regained its functions, and she definitely can't use Princess Theresa's magic!! She can't possibly unleash the full power of one of the Sarkaz Six Heroes!"

Kuisatushta didn't even dare to shout out his conjecture in public. After all, the title of "Desecrator" would reduce the psychological pressure on the other Confessors. Perhaps some of them had already guessed what was going on when they saw the rage that was about to materialize in him. But when he shouted "Desecrator," the Confessors around him still subconsciously drew their weapons and attacked.

Thanks to you, Princess Theresa, he also had to thank the other party for having such a great image in the eyes of the Sarkaz.

So much so that... these very blasphemous Confessors were actually motivated by this to step forward!

And himself?

Kuisatushta himself naturally needed to do what could truly turn the tide of the battle. He wasn't even sure how much of Theresa's body's power Kylon could unleash, so to be on the safe side, he quickly ran to the side of the Azure Fury after getting up. In any case, the safest thing to do at this moment was to prevent the other party from making contact with his weapon.

This way, they might be able to exhaust Kylon's strength and preserve Theresa's body as well as possible so that they can resume the experiment later.

However, if the opponent obtains the Azure Fury, then the situation becomes truly unpredictable.

Perhaps the best-case scenario is that they defeat Kylon, who is determined to fight to the death, but in that case, there's no chance of finding Theresa's body.

He rushed toward the longsword, while simultaneously analyzing the current situation.

Everything seemed to be going according to his plan. The Confessors had already surrounded him, and Kylon was unable to break free. He was about to get close to the Azure Fury first. He had a way to turn that sword into a pile of scrap metal in a short time, so that the opponent would be no threat!

A remnant soul filled with rage and devoid of reason, and an extremely weak former...

What can the Sarkaz Demon Lord's body do?

His deduction was theoretically sound, and he was about to approach the longsword.

How dare Kylon compare himself to him? How much effort had he put in to achieve this situation? How could the other dare to compare himself to him, and even use his plans to reclaim the world?

The premise is... that the other party really is Kylon.

"Who are you calling... a blasphemer?"

Behind her was Theresa's voice, but it was now completely filled with murderous intent and rage!

What!??

Kuisatushta whirled around and looked at 'Theresa' who had appeared behind him at some point. The killing intent emanating from her cold pupils was so intense it felt like it could pierce his throat!

What's going on?!

The Confessors who surrounded him didn't suffer many losses, but they just couldn't stop this guy from breaking through!

Did he underestimate Kylon... or did he underestimate Theresa?!

Oh no! He's going to retrieve his sword!

Kuisatushta felt a sense of foreboding. Was he about to fail at this crucial moment?

How could this be?!

However, the next moment, a fist carrying tremendous force, amplified by the combined power of the five rings, struck his face once again!

Boom!!!

Kuisatushta was sent flying once more, his figure crashing into the mound of earth where relics of past Sarkaz heroes stood, raising clouds of dust.

In an instant, the tomb fell silent once again.

However, the silence that went unanswered did not last long. Soon, as the dust settled, a dazed laugh rang out from the direction of Kuisatushta!

"Pfft----Ahahaha... Ahahaha... I was actually worried you'd ruin this long-planned scheme? I've lived too long, even my personality has become timid and hesitant... Ahahahaha~"

As the smoke cleared, Kuisatushta, lying among the heroes' relics, laughed heartily as if relieved. In his hand, he held a longsword entwined with black thorns.

The thorns, like a hazy mist, spread from Kuisatushta's hand until they completely enveloped the sword that had once belonged to the Demon King.

The moment the other person approached him, not only did his fears not come true, but Kylon made the most foolish decision between retrieving the Azure Fury by getting past him and preventing him from getting close to the Azure Fury.

He attacked directly and sent himself flying, not even caring that the direction he flew backwards was exactly where the Azure Fury were!

"In the end, it was nothing more than an echo of rage..."

Kuisatushta tossed aside the Azure Fury of fury, whose spell circuits had been temporarily sealed, as if they were scrap metal, and shouted with his blood-stained face covered in blood.

"Salus!! Take him under control!!"

Bang!!!!

At his command, the blue-haired Sarkaz woman instantly issued an order—the twisted Chimeras monsters unfurled their incongruous wings and charged toward Theresa!

One of them even dropped the Sarkaz girl it was carrying on its shoulder.

"Liz!!!"

The white-haired woman in black robes lay on the ground, watching her opponent fall to the ground and shouting, but she could only be pressed to the ground by the other figures in black robes.

Bang! Bang bang!!

The Chimeras charged at the lone Theresa, their massive bodies pressing together like a small mountain on her slender frame until she was completely out of sight.

"It's over..."

Kuisatushta slowly stood up, wiped the blood from his face, and looked with some disdain at the figure trapped in the Chimeras.

"In the end, it's just..."

"?"

Tick-tock.

Before he could finish speaking, he noticed that the top of the tomb, directly above the Chimeras, was now blood-red...

Immediately afterwards, a few drops of blood, as if seeping into soil and rocks, dripped into the crevice between the monsters that were squeezing the former demon king.

However, the rate of decline accelerated rapidly, visible to the naked eye!

In just a few seconds, it was as if a waterfall of blood was being poured down from below!

"This is?!!!"

A sense of foreboding spread rapidly through my mind, and the next moment, as if to verify just how accurate my intuition was...

"Boom!!!"

The Chimeras that had been suppressing their opponent suddenly exploded! Shattered blood, internal organs, and bones flew everywhere! A large amount of blood fell, like scarlet raindrops falling in a tomb.

Snap... Snap...

Footsteps pounded into the blood-soaked craters, echoing with a suffocating sound.

The dark red carapace structure, with blood flowing within it, resembled a living suit of armor.

Theresa's left arm and shoulder were now covered by this indescribable, bizarre armor, and inside the claw-like gauntlet was a longsword that was constantly dripping blood.

The armor on his shoulders trembled, then a new pupil opened from within, and three gazes fixed on the stunned Kuisatushta before him.

"I'll ask you one more time."

The girl's body was clad in an exaggerated single-arm armor, her hand...

The tip of the longsword touched the ground, leaving a bloody trail as it approached Kuisatushta.

An rage emanating from someone flooded this body like a tidal wave, making those cold pupils seem as if they were about to burst into flames of azure.

I'll ask you one more time—

"Who is the blasphemer?"

(Revised. Considering that it's inconvenient to write some very... heavy-handed scenes using His Highness's body temporarily, I've had Teacher Zuo appear in a form resembling the arm armor of the Royal Guard Rabbit.)

(But it seems like this has slowed down His Highness's appearance time again... I guess I'll just have to try to write more!)

Fourteenth, (I have a lot of classes today, so I'm not sure how many chapters I'll update. I'll post this one in advance first.)

"Cough cough----"

Kuisatushta struggled to lift his head, looking at the body before him radiating intense killing intent.

"You're not Kylon... cough cough... who are you?"

Pfft!!

The other man did not respond, but simply raised his longsword and plunged it into his left shoulder. His flesh was pierced, but the tip of the sword showed no sign of stopping, the blade continuing to sink deeper until it pinned Kuisatushta to the floor!

"Ah----cough cough..."

Zuo Jian lowered his head and continued to ask questions.

Say it again.

"Who is the blasphemer?"

Pfft!

With a surge of power, the sword twisted at Kuisatushta's shoulder, splattering blood even onto his, or rather Theresa's, face.

"Ugh!!"

"Who is the blasphemer? Is it me, or you scum who use the lives of the living as experimental subjects and the remains and souls of the dead as tools?"

In fact, the moment Zuo Jian came into contact with those bizarre-looking Chimeras creatures, he realized something was wrong. Those monsters were not mindless puppets; Zuo Jian could clearly feel the wails of different consciousnesses emanating from them.

... These are all man-made creations, where multiple lives are fused together using unknown and brutal methods. Not only their bodies, but their consciousnesses are also deeply bound together, ultimately transforming into the twisted monsters he had seen before.

Not to mention...

Right behind them, Zuo Jian still remembered the blonde Sarkaz girl and the black-robed woman who, judging from her words, seemed to be planning to save her.

They even admitted that the other party was nothing more than an important "experimental subject" in their hands.

"Speak up, who is the one who has desecrated life? Or have you ever shown even the slightest respect for life?"

Zuo Jian bent down and grabbed Kuisatushta's neck, his fingers tightening as if he could crush the seemingly fragile neck.

"Uh... I see... I understand... I understand..."

Kuisatushta's face flushed red, and he began to utter words with difficulty.

"Whose wandering spirit is this... So, your anger originates from here..."

Zuo Jian squinted at Kuisatushta, who still seemed about to say something, and slowly increased the pressure on his hand.

"But have you... ever thought about... how many Sarkaz people will be killed by a Catastrophes... a war... a disease... a famine?"

"But if you hate Catastrophes, will Catastrophes stop happening? If you hate war, will war stop? If you hate disease, will people be cured? If you hate famine, will food grow in barren land... cough cough..."

"What can your anger change? Strangers, wandering souls... while I am now doing everything I can to save the Sarkaz who are suffering on this land!!!"

Kuisatushta's pupils widened as he stared intently at Zuo Jian before him.

"Compared to those Sarkaz who died because of all that has happened, compared to those Sarkaz who will be saved in the future... what are the few lives we are trampling on and desecrating right now?"

In an instant, Zuo Jian suddenly froze on the spot.

Because, as the other person said those words, his previous conversation with Wellington suddenly came to mind.

How many people die in a conflict? Countless soldiers from both countries die, and now only a few people need to be killed to prevent the war from breaking out. Doesn't that seem like a pretty good deal?

[As long as the above steps are repeated, from the top down, and the number of deaths is less than the number of people killed in the war, then this matter is considered "reasonable."]

Is this... something he said before?

Is this what he was thinking when he told the Iron Duke?